And if you dare to produce any kind of weapon at all,’ he added,
taking a plain brass-barrelled little pistol from his own pocket and levelling it, ‘I
will have no compunction in blowing off your head, you madcap female. ”
“That’s the comfort of you. “You see the pointer?” he asked. "
"I never heard of anybody who could," declared McClintock. ” Lucy coolly marveled as she
studied the girl’s face, belly swollen from pregnancy. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened
by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in
the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and
flaming sunflowers.
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